by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
God has planted the seed
of anger in my mind.
How could I stop feeling
angry, if God created
these feelings inside me?
I pray to Buddha too.
When I bet on games
I tell Buddha I will
stop believing in him
if I don’t win.
The anger inside me
grows like a tree.
It is God’s tree, with
apples and snakes,
and I am no gardener.
I cannot prune the tree.
I cannot cut the anger.
It is God’s doing and
I don’t want to go
against God’s creation.